Fred Weasley X Reader (FINISHED)

Ch. 3

You blinked, heartbroken. So my father left me all alone and will never see me again. A few tears slipped down your face.

Then, you heard a bed creak and a gasp. It was only Hermione. "(Y/N)? What are you doing up? I thought I heard... tapping."

"It was my Mum's owl," You answered. Hermione must've seen your tears because she got off her bed and slid down to sit by you.

"What's wrong?" She asked. "None of your business," You snapped coldly, not forgetting the argument with Hermione.

However, Hermione only shook her head and replied, "I'm so sorry about that on the train ride. Fred and George must be your only friends here. Forgive me." She bowed slightly.

You hugged her. "It's alright. It's just.... I don't want to talk about this.." You gestured towards the ripped open letter. "Oh, family problems," Hermione decided.

"Doing worry; it'll be over soon. Why don't we go back to bed?" She got up and stalked to her four-poster bed.

You crawled to your bed, uncontrollable of more silent tears. "G-good n-night," You stammered. "Good night, (Y/N). I really hope you feel better tomorrow."

And with that, you both went to sleep.

The next day, you tried being cheerful, but images of your father throwing things at your mother appeared out of nowhere, even if you weren't there.

Fred noticed your sadness, so he was extra careful around you. Every time he saw you, he would quickly go over and hold your hand all the way to class.

A few people stared; others whispered, and the rest pointed and said, "Ooh! Freddie's got a girlfriend!" You didn't care about anything anymore.

Breakfast was extremely horrible. A boy named Draco Malfoy was yelling things to the same boy like "Look! It's Potty and his Weasel friend!"

Fred was bristling, then. Ron Weasley, Fred's little brother, and Malfoy got into a fight. Snape had taken away 5 points from Griffindor and 0 points from Slytherin, on a count of he didn't care.

Fred was controlling his anger. Fred, George, and you kept a comfortable silence, with Fred's presence comforting you.

You had double potions today. Yay, you thought. You loved Potions class. It's the only place you felt fit in.

Meanwhile, you were having a terrible time in Defense Against the Dark Arts. Professor Umbridge, a neutral, boring woman, was teaching them about DADA. But she was only making them read chapters.

You were in the middle of the entertaining chapter, but it said the word "family" and you blacked out, crying. Apparently, every student had their head turned towards you.

Professor Umbridge snapped her head up. "Sweetie, what is it, dear? Oh, you should go to the hospital wing." "But, Professor, she's not hurt," some student shouted out.

"Don't question me, please," said Professor Umbridge. "Now, who would like to help her there?" Fred was the only one with his hand in the air.

"Alright, Mr-?" "Weasley," Fred finished. He got up and held your hand again all the way to the hospital wing. Unfortunately, you stopped crying right when you got there and almost your whole lesson was over.

"We haven't g-got t-time to go b-back to the classroom," you stammered quietly to Fred. He moved closer to you so that you were both touching comfortably. "I know that," he whispered. "Let's take a walk."

So, in silence, they walked around the whole school until the lesson was over.

Next was Herbology. At least in this class, you didn't cry. To your pleasure, you didn't cry in the next lessons, either.

It was dinnertime. You walked with Fred close to you to the Great Hall. Fred sat very close to you, so close that your legs and shoulders were touching.

Throughout the meal, you decided that you needed to respond to your mother. She would be very worried.

After dinner, you quickly hurried to the girls' dormitories.

You got out a scroll of parchment and wrote:

Dear Mum,

I'm so sorry about that. I hope you weren't lying about how you weren't hurt. Dad was so reckless. I guess now we're on our own. I wish that never happened.
Anyway, I'm sorry I didn't write to you earlier. It's been a long day. I love you, too.
Love,
(Y/N)
You noticed it was really short. But you tied it to Toad's leg and sent him off, anyway.

You went downstairs. Fred was pacing in the common room. "(Y/N), I was so worried, I thought you wouldn't come down, but I would've waited until morning-" Fred began.

"What?" You interrupted. "Why? Why would you be waiting for me?" "Er... Because," he replied slowly, "I wouldn't have gone to sleep with the feeling of worry in my guts."

"Why are you so worried?" You pressed on, blushing slightly at what you might hear. "Listen, no more questions. Are you staying down? I need help on my Potions homework."

For half of the night, you helped Fred with his Potions homework, which was a foot and a half inches of parchment for an essay about moonstones.

"Thanks," Fred said when they finished. He kissed you on the cheek for good night. Your face turned red. "Fred- what the hell?"

Fred turned as scarlet as his hair. "I... Er... Good night, (Y/N)!"

Fred's POV

Why did I kiss (Y/N)? I have no idea. I don't like her, do I? But if I did, she probably doesn't like me back. She didn't like it when I kissed her..

Oh well! I went upstairs in my dormitory anyway. "Now, wait a minute, Fred." Oh no. George followed me upstairs.

"Oh, hey," I said. George smiled and yelled, "FRED KISSED (Y/N)!" "George, shut up!" But it was too late. Ron and Harry ran down and asked, "What?"

"Yup! Freddikins' got himself a girlfriend!" George laughed. Ron and Harry exchanged a glance, then laughed, too.

"What's going on?" There was a groan from a four-poster bed a little way away. "Oi, Seamus, Fred kissed (Y/N)!" George said.

I felt anger bottle up inside me. "George, shut up."

But George didn't. He knew I wouldn't be mad at him. "Freddi, what's wrong? Don't want everyone to know you've got a crush on (Y/N)?" George asked.

I rolled my eyes and curled up dreamily into my bed, not bothering to change. "Let me sleep."